Even if me and Ka’mari wasn’t together no more, she was still mine in a way that nobody could change. First love type shit. That girl knew parts of me I ain’t even acknowledge so yeah, I was on go ‘bout her.
I ran a light, then another one, barely blinkin’. My blunt was burnin’ in the ashtray untouched, and Key Glock was goin’ off in the speakers, but none of it registered. I just kept picturin’ Donovan standin’ over her, yellin’ or swingin’ or pushin’ her like he had that right. I was gon’ break his fuckin’ body.
By the time I pulled up to Ka’mari’s townhouse my hands was damn near tinglin’ with rage. I parked crooked on the curb and jumped out before the engine even finished turnin’ off. My phone was already in my hand when I called her.
She picked up, but she didn’t say nothin’ to me.
Instead, I heard her screamin’ from inside the house. “Donovan, move! Get away from the door!”
That was all the fuck I needed to hear.
I took two long strides to the door, pulled my Glock from my waistband, and shot the muthafuckin’ doorknob clean off. Wood splintered everywhere, and the door swung open like it was scared of me too. I stepped inside like I owned the place—and in a way, I always had. I knew this layout like my own. I spent hella nights in here… eatin’, talkin’, fuckin’, dreamin’. I built part of my life in this house, and now it was filled with screams and fear.
I followed the sound of her voice upstairs. My boots hit the hardwood with force, and each step felt like a countdown to somebody’s last breath. Her bedroom door was cracked open, but her screams was comin’ from the bathroom inside it.
Just as I stepped in the room, I heard the wood on the bathroom door split and cave in.
This nigga really kicked the door in…
The second I laid eyes on his bitch ass, I didn’t hesitate. I raised my arm, aimed straight for the back of his leg, and pulled the trigger.
POP!
That nigga dropped to the floor screamin’ like a toddler.
“OH MY GOD!” Ka’mari screamed as she came runnin’ out the bathroom, tears streakin’ her face, her hair wild. She was wearin’ a white tank top and some shorts. Even in panic, she still looked like heaven to me.
But I couldn’t focus on that right now.
“Nah, bring ya ass here,” I growled, steppin’ past her and grabbin’ Donovan by his raggedy-ass collar. Blood was pourin’ out his leg, but I ain’t give a fuck. He was still conscious enough to cry and flinch, so he was good enough to get handled.
I dragged his ass into the bathroom, slammed the toilet seat up, and dunked his face in it like it was a goddamn baptism.
“Since you wanna act like a filthy-ass mutt, lemme help you find your reflection,” I snapped, holdin’ his head down while he kicked and screamed. “You puttin’ hands on women now? You like that shit? That make you feel like a man, huh?”
He was tryna lift his head, but I shoved it back down, harder this time. The water splashed, and he started gaggin’.
“Bet you wasn’t barkin’ like this when she was screamin’ at you to move away from the door, was you? All that tough shit gone now, huh? Whole clown.”
Ka’mari stood at the doorway frozen, her hands clutched over her mouth. She looked scared, and for a second, I heard myself breathin’ heavy, like I had just blacked out and came back.
I let his head go and let him collapse back on the tile. His leg was so soaked in blood it looked like somebody spilled wine.
“Get up,” I barked. “Sit your stupid ass in that corner and don’t say a fuckin’ word ‘til I tell you to.”
He tried to talk, but I pulled my gun again and pointed it low.
“Sit the fuck down.”
He dragged himself to the corner like a wounded dog, leanin’ on the bathtub for support.
I turned back to Ka’mari. She was still starin’ at me, her lips parted, and her chest heavin’. There was fear in her eyes, but not fear of me… it was fear of all of this. What it had come to and what she had let happen.
The sleeve to her tank top was slid halfway off her shoulder, and I saw a bruise peekin’ out near her collarbone.
I stepped toward her slow.
“You gotta call the police next time,” I said, my voice lower now. “I ain’t fuckin’ Superman, Ka’mari. You call me like that again and I might not make it in time, or actually come back and kill that nigga.”
